Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I Fear For My Safety

Right now I am astounded by the universe. Tonight, as I was backing out of a parking space, I paused to let some pedestrians pass. As I was waiting for the people to walk by, who should ram their minivan straight into the back of my minivan? STUPID HAIRCUT KID'S MOM.

No fucking way.

A few of my kindhearted readers expressed pity for the poor cherub, who annoyed us so, for being cursed with such an imbecile for a mother. My cold black heart was unmoved.



Apparently, the universe thought it fit to teach me a lesson. Is it coincidence that a mere 8 days after I wrote a scathing review of her son, that Stupid Haircut Kid's Mom removed all the paint from my minivan's rear fender? I think not. And perhaps I should stop referring to the cherub as "Stupid Haircut Kid" before my tires go flat.

So you may enjoy vicarious payback on Cherub's Mom's behalf, here is a little entertainment.
I especially like when the dude in the green does a hand-puppet-show-dance from behind the couch.


3 comments:

Casey said...

No fucking way. That is just creepy. Maybe it's the universe telling you to setup a play date with stupid haircut kid?!?
I hope you told her not to worry about the damage and speed off so you don't ever have to see her bitch ass face again?
It's late and I'm feeling mean, sorry. I hope your van is ok and that SHCK's mom pays for the damages. Dumb lady.

Michelle said...

That is freaky! What a weird coincidence. Any way you could tack on babysitting fees to the insurance claim? ;)

Susan said...

Are you fucking kidding me??? BWAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!! You did it - you said "Stupid Haircut KID" again!!!! I literally can't take it. And the van mishap is actually quite eerie. PS...I'm awarding you with an Honest Blog award - gotta come get it! Thanks for the continuous laughs. Seriously!